Between cords and poetry.

It was the closing ceremony of a literary event called Letra de Molde, where writers from various provinces across the country who had presented their work would be participating. My wife was invited to participate in the closing performance with her group "A la cuenta de 3" (On the Count of 3), to represent the works of the writers invited to the event, along with other artists, including a guitar quartet called "Ensemble de guitarras A tempo."

It was truly a wonderful show, but where I want to emphasize, linger, and share with this community is the beautiful language in which these "guitars" expressed themselves. I don't want to downplay the rest of the artists; on the contrary, they were also incredible, but I'm already used to seeing them work and to the quality of their art.

The 4 guitars.

I'll try to express in the best way possible what I felt, the emotion they caused me, and the frustration at the same time, given that the guitar is an instrument I would love to learn but haven't been able to, despite having one that belonged to my brother (who did learn it shortly before he passed away). However, I apologize in advance because the quality and sound of the video I'm showing you may not be the best and may not accurately represent what I'm about to tell you, since I wasn't very close to the artists and the video was shot on my cell phone. This quartet's performance was simple, but, in my opinion, very beautiful. I can't accurately describe the magnitude of the emotion they caused in me, due to the casual, dynamic, synchronized, beautiful, and catchy way they performed the songs they chose for the presentation. They also sang and played other instruments interchangeably. Their expressions and performances also radiated joy, a contagious joy that made me thoroughly enjoy that moment, which seemed short and very entertaining in each performance.

I confess, I felt a little envious of those four guitarists and their joy, who made my eyes and soul shine, filling my ears and senses with good music and good vibes through such simple yet beautiful performances.

It was a wonderful space that combined the great art of speaking, reciting, and telling, which I already knew, of the rest of the guests, and that of these four musicians who amazed me.

It was a beautiful Saturday night in which art show in live and the music of four well-played guitars made me their accomplice, confirming me as their admirer and faithful follower. An evening in which the audience enjoyed, danced, laughed, and applauded the quality of the work and the love that accompanies it between the strings and poetry.